Although I was used to flirting with the ladies in the hotel, I was very embarrassed to talk to Rose at the house of my lone husband.

I avoided the eyes that roses were staring at me and said, "That's my big brother, not me."

Rose said, you wrote that, I know you think so in your heart.

You say I'm not right?

My face was hot and feverish.

Rose is really a chicken.

That was my first contact with a prostitute outside of a hotel, and it was also my first contact with a prostitute who loved literature.

My mind is in a mess.

At the urging of my husband, I talked to my female neighbor on the phone and asked her if she needed a young lady.

The female neighbor said excitedly, she was worried. Come on, send it over.

I rode my motorcycle, Dufu and Rose sat behind me, and we went to the neighbor's small hotel together.

When I arrived at the Olympic Hotel, Rose quickly negotiated with my female neighbor.

Rose if the room, weekdays to help wash fish and vegetables, shabu wash dishes, monthly salary of 500, a bottle of beer commission of 5 cents, liquor commission 20%, tips are self-sufficient. If you don't do anything else, you only receive guests, no salary, and the boss will raise 20% of the money earned.

Roses wrapped the room.

The lone husband said, your neighbor drove in good condition.

Rose doesn't seem to pay much attention to these, she focuses on where she lives.

The female neighbor led her up to the room on the second floor.

The lone husband took my hand and said, "Let's go, let's go up and have a look."

Of all the young lady's rooms I've seen, that room is the best.

A house is divided into two small rooms. There is a bed in the inner room with a small bedside table, and there is a wash basin in the outer room, and on the wall above the wash basin, there is a large mirror, and two single sofas are placed against the wall opposite.

Rose turned on the light in the room, jumped into bed, and lay on it, giggling, regardless of the dirty surface of the bed. A look of satisfaction.

The female neighbor called me out of the room. Ask me how much I would give my husband an introduction fee.

I said, he's my best friend, forget it.

I know that the lone husband often introduces young ladies to some large and small hotels, in small towns. He's a pimp who's done it successfully. He earned more in a year than he earned as a gunman.

The female neighbor didn't want to go. At noon, he didn't let me go with my husband, and said, let's have a light meal here.

Four people sat down. The female neighbor accompanies her, and I give her a hand.

Alas, it's really an environmental transformation person, the female neighbor has only opened the hotel for three or four months, and her personality has changed greatly in my eyes.

In the past, she was an unsmiling woman, although she was only thirty-four or five years old, but she was like fifty years old.

Now, she's become articulate and thick-skinned.

After drinking a few beers, the female neighbor said to me and my lone husband, if I go back ten years, I will also be a young lady, and now, alas, old.

My husband and I looked at the roses and smiled, not knowing what to say.

Rose said, it doesn't matter, you can do it if you want now, I manage the hotel for you, the money you earn belongs to you, and the money you earn, just give me half of it.

The female neighbor said that she was afraid that no guests would take a fancy to me.

Rose laughed and said, "Men nowadays have strange tastes."

We all laughed together.

In the middle, Rose went to the bathroom, and the lone husband said to my female neighbor, introduce you to the situation, she is a person, talking to the guests, very level, no matter what kind of person she meets, she can say that you are satisfied, but, don't let her drink too much, although she drinks too much, but in case she drinks too much, it will be a bad thing.

The female neighbor asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The only husband said that it was not a big deal, but how could the current guests be considerate of the young lady? This rose, who drank too much wine and didn't care about anything, liked to sing.

The female neighbor said that that was good, and most of the guests liked to sing and dance while drinking.

The lone husband said, she, if she drank too much, she sang a song, singing "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses", and she didn't let others sing it, which was very domineering.

The female neighbor was silent for a while, nodded, and said, I know, there are regular customers coming, just ask them.

After eating, Rose insisted that my lone husband and I accompany her to the stadium to play.

I asked my female neighbor to consult with the stadium management and let the three of us in.

It was the end of spring, and the unmowed lawn was tall and low green.

Rose lay on the lawn, squinting at the sun that had begun to set west.

Rose said to me and my husband, "Tell me, how many times can a person see the sun in his life?"

The lone husband said, that's not necessarily, some people don't look at it, and some people often look at it.

Rose asked me, Brother Zhang, tell me.

I said, I don't really like to look at the sun, I like to look at the moon.

Rose tilted her head to look at me, for a long time, and said, don't look at the moon, the moon is too heavy, and men see too much, it's not good.

When she said goodbye to Rose, Dufu said to her, "Now you have a room by yourself, and I'll send you the package you left in my house, right?" Or, Brother Zhang, let his neighbor bring it to you?

Rose looked at Dufu, then at me, sighed softly and said, "Let's put it there with you first." Maybe one day I'll die, and you'll get a bargain. Haha, really, if you reorganize them, maybe they will surpass those things written by Han Han, Chunshu, and Guo Jingming.

On the way home to send the lone husband, I asked the lone husband, why, Rose also wrote a novel?

Dufu said that the bread there was three journals she wrote in high school.

When I returned to my husband's house, I told me the story of roses.

Dufu said that after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he went to a relative's roadside shop next to National Highway 308 to help.

One night, it was snowing heavily, and there were no guests, so they closed the door early and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, I heard a knock on the door, and my relatives said, don't pay attention to him, I don't know which driver drank too much and thought about good things.

The lone man listened to the knock on the door for a while, and it was heavy and light, and he didn't mean to stop. I couldn't hold it back, got dressed, and got out of bed.

He turned on the light outside the door, and through the crack in the door, the lone man saw a woman wearing a red broken blanket, standing outside the door shivering.

The only husband guessed that it must be a female mentally ill person, and on such a day, if she stayed outside, she was afraid that she would freeze to death.

The lone man opened the door. Let the woman in.

The woman staggered over to the sealed stove. Squat down and start a fire.

The lone husband saw that she was wearing only a pair of nubuck jeans on her lower body, and her trouser legs were rotten with seven or eight holes, large and small, and from the holes, her purple flesh could be seen.

The woman's hair was like a pile of wet grass.

The woman's lips quivered. The eyes are straight. The face dripping with snow was thin. It's full of dirt.

In the shadow of the lamp, the lone husband could not see the exact age of the woman, but. But it can be seen that she is relatively young.

The lone husband let her roast the fire for a while, and then asked her tentatively, but no matter what the lone husband asked her, she always looked straight at him and did not answer.

Relatives asked in the bed, what's the matter?

The lone husband said, a female mentally ill person, I put her in.

When the relatives heard this, they said, "What are you doing with that idle business?"

The lone husband said, this day, you can't freeze to death outside?

Relatives said, those who resist freezing and hunger, how can they easily die?

The lone husband did not listen to his relatives, so he led the woman into his room, found an old quilt and spread it on the floor, and let her spend the night on it.

That night, the lone husband never slept again.

In the haze, the lone husband saw the woman take out a bag from her arms, then sit on the quilt, put the bag between her bent legs and lower abdomen, draped her red broken blanket, and sat with her legs crossed all night.

When it was daybreak, the lone husband opened the door, and the woman went out and crouched down beside the stove again.

At breakfast, the lone husband's relatives gave her a bowl of porridge and a few fried dough sticks, and she stuffed the fried dough sticks into her mouth in two bites, holding the bowl, rumbling, and drank up the porridge in a while.

The lone husband gave her a few more fritters and a bowl of porridge, and she ate them all again.

When the snow stopped and the sun rose, a relative asked a young lady to find some old clothes, put them on the woman, and pushed her out.

But the woman held the door frame with both hands and did not leave.

Relatives pushed her out the door, her face facing in, her hands still tightly gripping the door frame.

The lone husband saw that one of her eyes was looking straight at him, and two lines of tears had ploughed two furrows in her gray cheeks.

The lone husband persuaded his relatives that it was too cold, so let her live in the store first.

The relatives said, it doesn't matter, there is a guest, what are you like when you see her?

The lone husband said that she didn't say anything and didn't get in the way.

In the end, the relatives had no choice, so they had to ask the young lady to help the woman wash her face and comb her hair, and let her stay in the store for the time being.

The lone husband looked at the woman again and found that although she was thin, she also had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she was not ugly. The age is really not very old, only in his early twenties, and he wears a few clean clothes from the young lady, but if he doesn't look closely, he is no different from a normal person.

For the first few days, the woman sat in the corner, silent, and distracted.

When it's time to eat, the husband or the lady gives her some leftover meals for the guests, and she doesn't pick and choose, and she eats whatever she wants.

When asked what her name was and where her home was, she didn't answer.

However, it can be seen that she is not dumb, because she can hear other people's questions.

The insane woman carried with her a small package tightly wrapped in plastic paper and floral cloth, which seemed to contain several books.

One day, the lone husband saw her take the ballpoint pen from the counter and write something on the napkin.

The lone husband walked up behind her and saw her writing English words.

The lone husband collected the napkins she had scribbled on, and saw many familiar English words and sentences.

Through those English, the lone husband concluded that she had at least gone to high school.

About seven or eight days later, the woman suddenly walked out of the door on her own.

She stood by the door and watched the large and small cars coming and going on National Highway 308.

When it was time to eat, she did not enter the house either, and stood outside the gate with the soliciting lady. (To be continued......)